hookah
Soma She cranes her head back
The nape of her neck exposed to the cold winter sunlight filtering through the glass
Opening her mouth, the corners of them curving in a grin
Her breath visible in smoky vines and tenrils curling up and dissapearing

I draw the smoke in to my body
rolling the flavor around my tongue
I rise and my movements are as through water
It always takes me longer to feel the hit
"where are you going?" she asks
I tell her not to worry
Feel_good
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